𝐇𝐄𝐑 [ 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ] ᴀ sᴇǫᴜᴇʟ

❝ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 :

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⊹ IMPOSSIBLE! ⊹

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𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Y/N POV :

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

People can be very surprising and complex. You never quite know what they're thinking or what to really expect from them, in an instance of time they can change their mind and turn on you or do just the most wonderful things imaginable.

But . . . I never knew my brother is this fucking unpredictable.

"A rabbi! Cartman?" a voice blared as I stared at the floor,

"You're shitting my fucking balls, Stan!" the voice blaring so overbearingly loud was well, Kyle.

What was he going on about you ask? Cartman. Especially the fact that he had found some way to become a fucking rabbi! Eric!

I huffed in an agitated manner as I lifted myself from my home's couch, now standing straight as I dusted myself off,

"This must be some scheme of some sorts I--"

"I think it might be." I inquired, rolling my eyes.

I wasn't quite fond of Eric anymore.

He is pathetic.

When we were kids my ideology on this was obviously different but seriously . . . It was embarrassing to call him my brother.

"Well. At least he's turning his life around?" I questioned aloud. Kenny, Kyle and Stan looked over my way, nodding slightly in agreement.

"Good for him, honestly." Stan added with a small smile my way, I simply nodded and turned around. I walked towards the kitchen to think things over.

Could his dumb pathetic life finally be turning over or is this to spite Kyle?

Whatever. Let's make some tea for everyone.

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

"Mom . . . Mom, I can't understand you! . . . What . . . Eric's gone? . . . Odd . . . Okay . . . Bye, love you too!"

My face retorted utter confusion as I ended the phone call,

"What was that all about, Y/N?" Kenny asked as he lifted the cup to his mouth. His friends had left a few moments ago.

"Liane. She says Eric has disappeared." I rubbed my temples in subtle frustration, where's this fucker off to?

"Disappeared? . . . He's definitely up to something." Kenny chuckled, I looked the floor.

This was all starting to get weird.

"Whatever. At least Liane can have some peace and quietness finally in her life." I said, furrowing my brows slightly.

"Uh huh . . ." Kenny trailed off as he looked to the side,

"What are we having for dinner?" he asked happily, I looked back at his face as I thought of a reply.

"I don't know. What would you like?" I asked, instantly regretting it as Kenny's suggestions on dinner was always ridiculous.

Please don't say--

"Pop tarts!"

"No, Kenny! We can't keep eating pop tarts for dinner! We've been over this." I said in a frustrated manner, rubbing my temples. He pouted, looking somewhat upset.

"How about I just make us some pancakes instead? Would that be okay?" I asked a little defeated, Kenny hastily nodded with a smile.

He simply got up from his seat and walked to the sink, my eyes followed him. Once he placed the tea cup into the sink he made his way to me.

Kenny smirked while he leaned on the counter right next to me,

"You know, I'd rather have something else than pancakes." My interest simply peaked at his words, I cocked a brow as my full attention was on him.

"Oh yeah? Spill, then."

"I'd rather have you for dinner ~"

"Ugh get out you idiot!" I exclaimed as I punched his arm with a smile, he only laughed as he held his arm.

A/N : Any ideas for future chapters? I mean, I kinda have an idea for what I want to do for this book but it's not quite enough. SPARE ME YOUR THOUGHTS AND TELL ME WHAT YOU'D LIKE TO SEE . . .